Running, planks and squats… oh my!

I started 2018 by resuming C25K. I hadn’t done it for about a month, but I was set on starting where I left off. It was a 5 minute warm up followed by a 25 minute run. For as long as it had been since I’d done it, I did pretty well. I walked for about a minute, twice. I took yesterday off and was back at it today. Same workout, but today I just wasn’t feeling it, I struggled. It could have been because of the squat challenge I also started on the 1st. My legs haven’t quite forgiven me yet. Possibly it was because I started a new book and was concentrating on paying attention to what was going on and it took too much energy to do both. Who knows? Regardless, I will someday run, without stopping, the whole 5k. The loop I do is almost exactly 5k, and someday I will run the whole thing. Without stopping. And it will be grand.


So long 2017

2017 has seemed like one of the longest years of my life, but even so, I can feel that time is going by really fast. Everyday I am reminded of just how fast by Facebook (thank you On This Day…). There are things I wish would hurry up and happen, but that comes with the consequence of the kids getting older and older, so I should learn how to be more patient. Speaking of which, that is my one and only New Year’s Resolution. Being more patient.

Instead of going on and on about all the things that I want 2018 to be, I’m going to tell you some things I’ve learned this past year.


Change happens, it isn’t easy, and you have to adjust yourself around it, it won’t adjust around you.

There is only one reality, so you never really know what would have happened if you made a different decision. Trust your gut and do your best, but don’t live in the what-ifs. Not only will that drive you crazy, the version you imagine most likely wouldn’t have happened the way you think it would have.

People change, and grow apart.

People change, and grow together.

Being a parent is the hardest job in the world, and pretty much no one thinks they are doing a good job at it.

Lowe’s 5 year extended warranty is really only 4 years.

Perseverance pays off, but it doesn’t always get you exactly what you want. Be thankful anyway.

People are cruel, hateful, and deranged.

People are kind, loving and understanding.

Nothing brings people together quite like a tragedy.

Puppies are the worst, and the best.


Success Amid Failure

On August 1st I joined a Fitbit daily step goal challenge put on my a member of NFLN. You have to have a minimum step goal of 9,000 and if you don’t meet your goal, you aren’t invited back. This morning I woke up at 1:30am and realized that I had forgotten to finish my steps and it was too late, the day was over. So, after 167 days, I had failed. I could have gotten to 9,000 steps easily before bed. It would have taken me 20 minutes, but I spaced it. Surprisingly, I didn’t cry when I realized what I had done. I was hoping to be one of the last men standing, but alas… The challenge started with over 100 people, and it was down to 16. So I’m still pretty proud. Part of me was a little relieved, because it was hard to get the steps some days, but I’ll miss it.

That was my failure. Now, on to my success.

Weight watchers switched up their program recently, which was good for me, because I was struggling. I had been at 202 and would go up and down and never break past that number. After one week on the new program, I had broken through my plateau. I weighed in at 200.8! I decided to weigh myself today and I am unofficially under 200! Onederland, baby! This was after I had breakfast, and lunch, and some snacks! So I’m hoping it will still be there tomorrow morning which is my official weigh in day.

I’m still a little upset about losing the Fitbit challenge, but in the scheme of things, it is a minor failure. And it doesn’t define me.

The other day I asked my husband how much more he thought I should lose. This was not a trap, haha. He thinks I’ve lost enough and should just work on toning up. My body still show signs of the three kids I’ve carried, and I’m sure that will always be evident. I’m pretty happy with my weight now, and feel comfortable and confident for the most part, but I still feel like I have a lot more work to do.

I hate exercise. Like, hate it. I’ve been so happy with the fact that I’ve lost this weight with no real physical effort, but I should probably start finding some workouts to do. I’m sure I will know when I have reached my perfect weight, but for now I am just going to revel in the fact that I am FINALLY under 200 pounds again! Woohoo!

Next step, official Onderland!

20 minutes! Boom!

It’s been 4 hours since I vowed to not eat any candy this month. So far, so good. Moving on.

A few weeks ago I posted about trying, and failing, to do C25K day Week 5 Day 3 (20 min jog. In. A. Row). Today I set out to do it again. Before I left I tried to remember all the ways it went wrong last time and then remedy them. I peed beforehand, I wore pants that stay up (they went a little wonky on one side. They were from an outlet, what did I expect?), and I used a phone carrier thing ($7 on clearance at Walmart, I bought 2!). I created a playlist and away I went (waving at all the dogs that I left stuck in the yard, crying).

I realized as soon as I started jogging that I had on the world’s worst bra. I am not even sure why I keep it. The strap kept slipping, but it wasn’t anything so major that I wanted to quit. While this was happening, I thought to myself that I should probably be fitted for a bra since I have finally noticed that mine no longer fit. People always say that boobs are the first thing to go, but I hadn’t really noticed until recently that it was happening to me.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I did it. I freaking did it! I didn’t even miss a beat at the 1 minute warning (usually I stop and then have to go again when I realize it was just letting me know that my torture is almost over). Breathing was a little rough at points, and my legs felt a little heavier than normal (maybe the pants?), but for the most part, I did ok. I wasn’t in pain, and I probably could have kept going. I was pretty impressed with myself.

It lasted 7 songs, which was exactly the amount that I had in my playlist.

Here they are, along with my favorite line from each.

Ay Dios Mio- Rich O’Toole Ft. Josh Abbott 

“How’s a girl that looks like you from a town this lame?” Yes, I’m vain. And yes, I think this song is about me. Its a new find. I heard it for the first time yesterday.

Bad Blood- Taylor Swift

“Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes, you say sorry just for show” Perfection.

Body Like a Back Road- Sam Hunt

“Doing 15 in a 30, I ain’t in no hurry” I loved this song the moment I heard it. It took me awhile to like Sam Hunt, but he is amazing, and has written a lot of songs for other artists.

Doreen- Turnpike Troubadours

“And the guy that plays the banjo keeps on handing me the Old Crow. It multiplies my sorrow, I can’t take it anymore” This band is one of my favorites. So many good songs.

Mama’s Broken Heart-Miranda Lambert

“Leave it to me to be holding the matches when the fire trucks show up and there’s nobody left to blame.” I love her. #TeamMiranda #stillloveblakethough

Ugly Lights-Miranda Lambert

“I really hate to say I’m turning into a cliche, I’m hoping that nobody brings it up” I had to have two Miranda songs because she is my favorite. She makes me feel fierce.

Tie the Rope-The Format (Nate Ruess before he was Fun.)

“When I’m with you there’s no point in breathing” I seriously love The Format. This isn’t my favorite song of theirs, but it was upbeat, so I added it.

Week 6 Day 1 is jog for 5, walk for 3, jog for 8, walk for 3. I think I can manage that.

Regret and Candy. And November plans. 

Every 1st of the month I weigh myself so I can add up that month’s loss for my calendar. This month, it’s a gain. There might not have been if I didn’t eat my weight in candy last night, but it wouldn’t have been much loss regardless. I’m proud of myself in the fact that I didn’t eat as much candy as I usually do, but I went way off plan, and I kind of have all month. I started October only 3.5 pounds away from One-derland, and now I’m 4 pounds away! Some days I didnt track, I had Culver’s chocolate custard twice and I started drinking Diet Coke way more than I ever have. 

Here is my calendar 😭😭😭

Instead of wallowing in my gain, I’m making a plan for November. This WILL be my month! Thanksgiving and all! 
NO candy! 

No soda! (Diet or stolen sips of the real stuff)

MORE water! (I don’t drink enough of it)

Get back into C25K (I was doing good but got sick and never started again) 

Blue dot at least 5 days a week. 

I HAVE to be better about tracking this month. I used to be one of those people that tracked religiously, but I’ve gotten bored. I’ve already decided that I’m not going to track on Thanksgiving, though. I feel that this is a lifestyle change. I don’t want to be on WW forever. I want it to teach me how to maintain on my own, and holidays happen. I don’t want to be miserable in a corner somewhere while everyone else is enjoying themselves. It is all about balance. 

So, I’m moving on. Putting the terrible month of October behind me, grateful that I didn’t backslide 100%. 

I’ve told the kids my no-no list, and they have permission to punch me 🙂 

Here is a picture of us trick-or-treating last night, just for fun. 

Lumière, Belle (of the ball), and Village Belle. 

Setting yourself up for failure: an expert’s tale. 

Today was not my day. Not only was I up over 3 pounds (this always happens when I start exercising, which is why I usually quit…) but my C25K workout was to run for 20 minutes. Just the thought of this seemed impossible, but I was determined to try. 

But… Tuck was adamant about joining me. I must have accidentally said the w-word because he was stuck to my side like glue all morning. It was quite a production getting him out the door by himself. I had to coax the other two dogs into my room, which is easy to do when they think I’m going to go in there and nap, but it’s quite another when I have shoes on. I got it done and we were on our way. 

But… as I was waking out to the desert, (Slowly, Tuck stopped to pee. A lot.) I got a bit of a side cramp (This used to happen to me all the time, but hasn’t in quite awhile.) As we got even closer I felt like I had to pee, and I’m not a pee in the wilderness kind of girl. Still, I was determined to do this thing. 

But… after we went through the gate I took Tuck off his leash, which I then had to wear around my neck. Finally, it was time to run (jog). 

But… I now had a leash around my neck, my phone was in the pocket of my basketball shorts and kept banging on my leg, and Tuck was lagging behind me slower than Methuselah (I don’t even know who that is, but I hear she’s slow). So I took the phone out of my pocket, held it in the hand with my water bottle, told Tuck to keep up and kept going. 

But… I was miserable. So I stopped after 4 1/2 minutes. Not because I couldn’t keep going, but because it isn’t normally fun anyway, and I was just making it worse. Which is a sure fire way of making me quit altogether. I didn’t even have to do that workout today, usually I do them every other day. 

So Tuck and I headed home, and I have every intention of trying again. Maybe later today, maybe tomorrow. But without a dog, in better shorts, after peeing, and maybe with a better watering system so I can use both arms the way God intended. 

Here are some pictures from the walk of shame home: 

Tuck being slow. 

Still slow. 

Starting to catch up. 

But… he’s so cute! I can’t stay mad at him! 

Hopefully my next post will be about how I jogged 20 minutes straight with no issues whatsoever. And lost 10 pounds doing it!

A girl can dream. 

Jogging. With a Y. And a life update.

Many, many, moons ago I started Couch to 5K. I was pretty consistent in the beginning, but then we got busy, so I would go a month (or so) without doing it. Yesterday, I jumped back on the bandwagon. The last time I did it, it was run 5 minutes, walk, run 3 minutes, and then repeat. I figured that I would still be there. Instead, I looked and it was run 5 minutes, walk, run 5 minutes, walk, run 5 minutes! The 5 and 3 killed me, so I was thinking, “we’ll see about this…” I ended up surviving. Shocker. Anyway, I am in this FitBit challenge (I’ll go into more detail on this in a minute), and yesterday it was so much easier having most of my steps done by 9 am. So today I decided to do it again, thinking it would be the 5 minute thing again. Wrong again, Jane! Today it was 8 minutes!

You would not believe how happy I was to hear the little “ding” at the end of the first 8 minute stretch. But something happened during the second stretch. The song “These Boots” by Eric Church came on. To me this song is directly tied to the Route 91 Harvest Festival and the massacre that happened there (I had a whole blog about that, but I didn’t post it). I knew that the “ding” would happen before that song was over, but I decided that I would keep going. All of the people that died, the people that were injured, and the people that were there and now have to go on living life were my motivation to push myself a little bit harder. Today my struggle didn’t seem to be that bad. Today they were my “why”. It was only an extra minute or so, but it meant something to me to be able to do that in their honor. Sometimes we have to dig deep and find motivation to do the things we don’t feel like we can do.

I peeked at the next workout and it is 20 minute of non-stop, so I might have to put the song on repeat to make it through tomorrow…

On a happier note: we are in the process of getting a new modular home. We have outgrown our house, and we have a larger piece of property across town, so it is in the works! I am one of those people that is always waiting for the other shoe to drop, so I haven’t told a lot of people. It’s a waiting game right now, but the house is ordered and I am ready to move in! I am a little sad, though. This was my first real home with the kids. This is where I picked up the pieces of our lives and created some much needed stability. I worked really hard for this house, and Tim and I started our lives together in it. So it is bittersweet, but a much needed change. I am not looking forward to being house poor, but we will make it all work.

Click Here for our floor plan!

The next big news item is that after a year and a half of court proceedings and major stress we have FINALLY heard back from the judge about the kids! I never like going into too much detail about all of this, but the girls were not in a good situation when they went to visit their dad every other weekend. We finally had the proof that we needed to do something about it, so we took the opportunity to do so. I didn’t know it would take this long, and I have learned a lot about our judicial system in the process, but it is a huge relief to be done. The judge interviewed the kids almost a month ago and we have been sitting by the phone since then just waiting for him to make his decision. I now have sole legal and physical custody, and I am so relieved.

The next thing I want to mention is the FitBit challenge I’m in. The wonderful Virginia (No Finish Line Nation) had an idea in July to do an daily elimination challenge. I may have talked about this in another blog (I can never remember what I write) but I would just like to say how awesome she is. We started on 8/1 and she has put so much work into keeping track of 100 (ish) people. We have to have at least a 9,000 daily step goal. If you don’t make your step goal for the day, you are eliminated from the challenge. It is day 80 and we are down to 29 people. There have been so many days that I didn’t want to even do this, but my competitive side always wins out. I am so thankful for this challenge because the past few weeks I have just been losing and gaining the same 2 pounds. If I wasn’t hitting my step goal every day, I would probably be gaining more than the 2 pounds. She is a rock star. If you have a FitBit, you should think about doing a challenge like this with your friends!

Speaking of losing and gaining the same 2 pounds over and over, I really need to stop sneaking chocolate milk! Hopefully getting back into the yogging will help with that!




You may remember that in February I had dinner with some people and one of them (Randy) was on Weight Watchers . That was how my journey started. I saw Randy again today for the first time since that night, and it just so happens that today is Weigh-in day and I’m officially down 50.4 pounds! I don’t even know how that is possible, but it’s a huge accomplishment and I’m very excited to continue this journey. 

My husband asked me today how much more weight I wanted to lose, and he was appalled by my answer of 40 more pounds. He doesn’t think I need to lose that much, and I might not. Time will tell. I’ll stop when I feel like it’s the right time, I plan on listening to my body. Right now I’m a little over 3 pounds from One-derland, so I’m looking forward to that next goal being met.

5 cups of sugar…

Today after the kids finished school they wanted to make cupcakes. This is nothing new. They always want to bake. I am a little behind in school due to sickness and an extreme case of procrastination, so I told them yes. If they were quiet. I left them to their business and retired to my room to read. 

First of all, they were not quiet. As soon as my bedroom door shut they were blasting the new Taylor Swift song “…Ready for it” and not long after I could hear them bickering through the walls. 😫

This continues for awhile and then, one at a time, they come in my room to tell me the same story, three times. The just of it was this… 

Elly had a recipe for frosting and they began to make it, without realizing it was also a cookie recipe, and they had put all the ingredients for the cookies, AND the frosting, in the bowl. Also, 3/4 cups of sugar was misread as 3 cups of sugar. What resulted was a really granule-y (is that a word?) fluffy-ish mixture. They made me come out and look, and then I instructed them to just throw it away. Figuring, incorrectly, that they now would just make the frosting portion and be ok. This is the frosting that resulted from that assumption. 

Before showing me this really putrid-looking frosting, they frosted their just-out-of-the-oven cake with it. I didn’t get a picture of that. But it looked like the vomit I cleaned up yesterday. 

Here is the cake in the trash. 

This frosting was made with granulated sugar. 2 cups. If you are keeping count this is now 5 cups of sugar in the trash. 

I found them a normal recipe for buttercream frosting. Explained that they needed powdered sugar. And that there was a difference between “softened” and “melted” butter. Abigail and Ollie disappeared, and only Elly was left standing. This is a 13 year old that asked her 9 year old sister the other day how to make Ramen noodles… I helped her get the butter right and together we mixed up the ingredients. She then colored (🤢) it and frosted her cupcakes. Which they had been smart enough to not cover with the other batch of frosting. 


While I didn’t get much reading done, I did hear a lot of debates in the kitchen about adding fractions. So I might be 5 cups of sugar poorer than I was this morning, but the kids learned some valuable lessons. And if you’ve ever met me, you would know that it isn’t easy for me not to take over in the kitchen. I’m type-A to the hilt. But I’ve been trying to make it a habit to let them help more and learn. What’s 5 cups of sugar in the scheme of things? 

My friend over at  Happy Healing always asks questions at the end of her blog, so I thought I’d try it out and see what you guys think.

Do you have any kitchen nightmare stories with your children? 

What are some ways you teach your kids that don’t include books? 

First Day 

Today was the first day of school for the girlies. We started the day with crepés. 

They were excited but nervous to get going. Abigail had begged for this book called “Extreme Dot to Dot” which can go up into the 1,000’s. She wanted to start with it, then got bored pretty fast. 

We made the table bigger and they all did their work together. I made them chili dogs for lunch. We didn’t have much time in between the end of school and volleyball practice. When we got back from there we stopped at the dollar store to get Elly a 5 subject notebook for one of her classes. Then they had the audacity to ask me to cook them dinner! 3 meals in one day. Most days they won’t be that lucky. I ground some hamburger and they had the most pathetic tacos ever. 

Tomorrow they can have cereal and sandwiches. And I MIGHT make them dinner.